We were in an abandoned warehouse, waiting for John. He arrived on time and I heard him talking. We both emerged from our hiding place.
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"Hello John Watson," Irene started. It was better for me to stay silent.
"You need to tell him you are alive," John encouraged.
"No, I don't."
"You were dead."
"DNA tests aren't always the best. I know what the DNA guy likes."
"Why didn't you tell Sherlock?"
"Listen, I made a mistake. I gave him something and I need it back."
"Nope. I'm not helping."
"It's for his own safety."
"No. You need to tell him your alive."
"I can't."
"Then I'll tell him."
"What do I say?"
"What do you think you say?" She pulled out her phone and started texting.
"What about you. You said you had no part in this."
"I don't. I'm only here as a friend, tagging along," I protest.
"How do I know your not lieing?
"You don't. You just have to trust." Irene started talking again so I went silent.
"Happy. I'm alive. Lets to have dinner." She sent the message. Suddenly, I heard a phone go off. It was Sherlock's. He knew. Poor Sherlock.
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